I probably should have started blogging a long time ago. Not because everyone (maybe anyone) is dying to hear what I have to say or will even take a gander at my words. I need to blog for me. I own a journal, and I use it often. But, there’s something about writing out words that are more thoughtfully articulated than what I tend to write in my trusty journal. Preserving and remembering the life that we are living here is important to me, and I need to do a better job of that.
Levi and I made the decision to live in a crazy place. We prayed about it a lot, and we decided that living life among the impoverished and loving a people so broken by war, despite the risks, was worth every ounce of our life and energy. So here we are, several years later. While I cannot and will not state exactly where we live, this blog will be about the heartaches and joys of living life in a broken but slowly developing country.
Oh yeah, and I wear a burqa.